The Place You Will Return To

Take Note:

This is a sequel to 'The Air That You Breathe'. To completely appreciate the story, please read the prequel before proceeding. Thank you.

Full Story Summary:

(Mikoto Suoh x fem!Reisi Munakata) And so the butterfly effect begins. Months passed since then Red King, Mikoto Suoh, had made the ultimate decision to set himself free from the influence of the Slate. Without the Red King to guide them, Homra plunged into a great fallout, endangering the group's very existence. A new and powerful enemy has risen and has caused a dilemma that could endanger mankind. Graciously accepting the duty as the guardian of the mysterious Dresden Slate, the Blue Queen, Reisi Munakata, is then faced with a crisis that might lead her to her untimely death. (also contains Izumo x Seri and Saruhiko x Misaki)

Chapter Ten:

Always

I hear a voice say, "Don't be so blind."
It's telling me all these things
that you would probably hide
Am I your one and only desire?
Am I the reason you breathe?
Or am I the reason you cry?

Mikoto tossed and turned alone on the bed he was laying on. He couldn't sleep. Hours and hours had passed and he couldn't get it off his head – the sight of Reisi's Sword of Damocles over Mihashira Tower, the state it is in and the crack on the crystal orb in its handle. The Sword is in a terrible condition, much worse than the situation it had been the last time he saw it before Nazo's death, well, at least worse than he could remember. He lifted his right hand, the hand which was covered in burn scars from his final battle with the Blue Queen almost a year ago, and the memories rushed into his head. This hand which he is staring at, these marks that covered it…are but permanent reminders of his poor decision-making as the Red King. Right now, alone in the room of the house he and Reisi wanted to build a family with, he could not help but think…is he somehow to be blamed for his lover's current dilemma? He could not help but think, would Reisi's Sword of Damocles be intact if he did not push her into fighting him so that he could trap the Colorless in that Ashinaka High School?

He sighed.

Reisi surely has her reasons for not telling him about the state of her Sword of Damocles.

Perhaps, she foresaw that he'll be like this…

Or maybe, she doesn't want him to get in her way, while she does her duties as the Blue Queen.

I'll settle my business while you settle yours. So…that's how it felt to be the one receiving those words, to be the one at the opposite end? No wonder Reisi looked hurt when he spoke to her those words before…it did actually hurt.

Mikoto could see it again – Damocles living his life of luxury, his life as a king and then the sword – which was hanging by a horse's tail – above his head. Boundless power and pleasure holds with them responsibility and the peril of death. His lover's life depends on how strong the horse's tail holds the sword over her head. He could see the sword swaying as a great storm comes, he could see he horse's tail snapping and the sword falling…

"The burden of killing a King, huh?" Mikoto mumbled. He heard about that before and the thought of a Damocles Down from the burden happening did enter his mind but he pushed those thoughts away. To him, 'the burden of killing a King' is complete and utter absurdity. Bullshit, to be exact. It is but a thing people say to prevent Kings and Queens from destroying one another like mindless idiots.

Maybe, he and the lieutenant are just making a huge deal about this…and maybe, they really don't have anything to worry about.

He could call Reisi now and confront her about it so that his mind could at least rest from all these goddamn thoughts. He's fucking tired. He wanted to stop thinking and thinking and thinking. But, fuck it, he could not bring himself to do that. Why? Because…because he's scared, that's why. He's scared to know the truth and he is also scared to be lied to.

Mikoto closes his eyes and when he did, he saw Reisi's Sword of Damocles as it floated in the sky just now.

'Will I lose you too?' Mikoto thought to himself.

Shuddering as his eyes flicked wide open, he stared at the blinding light from the ceiling lamp above him. He stared at the artificial light that currently illuminates the room; ignoring the flecks that formed in his eyes as he continued to look at the light. For now, he doesn't care how much it blinded him. Without Reisi, his life would be…

Mikoto groaned as he stood from the bed and made his way to the light switch, turning the switch with one flick of his finger. In an instant, he turned the light off and darkness enveloped the room.

. . . . .

It was early in the morning and Misaki Yata already feels exhausted. His whole body is aching. He made his way in Homra; casually nodding a greeting at the bartender he had been far too familiar with already. The blonde bartender smiled at him; greeting him a good morning in return. Misaki lets out an exhausted heave as he takes a seat on the barstool in front of Izumo Kusanagi, now Homra's No. 3 after Mikoto had received the Red Aura and became Homra's No. 2. The red-haired young man looks so worn out that Izumo just had to ask how he was.

"I kicked out every damned one of those Greens who snuck into Shizume, and now, I am beat!" Misaki said to the bartender, "Man! Them bitches be like cockroaches – appearing outta nowhere and remain alive an' kicking even when you squish them…"

Izumo nodded his head, "It's impossible to get rid of all of them even for you, Yata-chan." He said to him. For a while now, they had been fighting off the Greens who had been coming back and forth in Shizume City, in the territory of their Red Queen. "The fact that we can't tell them apart is what makes those Green bastards so special."

Misaki scowled, "I know that, I meant those who were causing trouble." he said. Glancing at Izumo's direction, he sees that the man was tapping at his cellphone. Is he texting the Heartless Woman of Scepter 4? Lately, Izumo has been spending a lot of time texting, calling or contacting the blonde woman and it makes Misaki uncomfortable. "Hey, what're ya doin'?" he said.

Izumo showed Misaki the screen of his phone and on it was the homepage of the website of the Green Clan, Jungle. Misaki raised an eyebrow, wondering why the man had that website on his phone.

"Like they say, 'if you know your enemy and you know yourself, you need not need to fear the result of a hundred battles'." The blonde said before looking back at his cellphone and tapping at it again. "I was curious 'bout how Jungle operates so I decided ta do some spying using a dif'rent PDA. Look at this…"

A hologram appears on Izumo's PDA, showing what it looks like a 'wanted' poster of Misaki Yata. Misaki narrowed his eyes at it; as though he couldn't understand what it was or he couldn't believe that such a thing exists. Izumo cleared his throat, "It means the Greens put a bounty on yer li'l head. If they get you, they earn bonus points." He explained to the younger redhead, "By increasing their points, the move up a rank in the clan."

"So they get rewarded, huh?" Misaki smirked, "I guess it just shows how scared they are of Yatagarasu-san then!" he said proudly as he beat his chest with his fist.

"Well, they have everyone in here; Anna, the Blue Queen, Seri-chan, Fushimi-kun, you, Mikoto and even me…"

"Huh. So they're threatened by Homra's presence. Heh!" Misaki chuckled. But of course, he is not really the only threat in Homra, and that's why they're feared, right? That's why Jungle is threatened by them. They're feared, not just because they have a strong leader in Anna but also, their bond runs thicker than blood and with that bond, they are invincible. The redhead grinned from ear-to-ear while Izumo continued to browse through the website of Jungle.

. . .

The Blue clansmen in the hallway tensed up all at once when they heard a loud yawn in the hallway. All at once, their heads turned abruptly at the direction where the sound was from and there, they saw their Captain's lover, Mikoto Suoh, walking through the halls. They had gotten used to the redhead coming in and out of their headquarters. They really don't mind having a member of Homra present in their office, especially since Mikoto doesn't really bother them while they do their work and if their Captain allows him in there then he is more than welcome. The former Red King looks more haggard than he already usually does with his back slouched and the dark rings beneath his amber eyes were bigger and darker than before. The pace of his walk was slower and he had the expression of a man lost in the middle of a barren land. He looks more terrible than he had ever been when he was imprisoned in their dungeon.

Mikoto ignored the way Reisi's clansmen gawked at him. He knows that he looks horrible and keeping his hair down could not help covering up how tired he looks. Last night, he couldn't sleep even if he wanted to. He kept thinking even if he know that there might not be a reason for his anxiety. It was said that if you spend time with someone for a long period of time, then the habits and characteristics begin to rub on you…well, that's absolutely true on his case, He now overthinks the way Reisi Munakata does.

He wasn't present in the outside world, too focused again in his own thoughts that he did not notice a member of Scepter 4 coming in the same direction as he. Even the clansman did not notice it as he was busy holding with him a tall stack of papers. The two of them bumped against one another. The collision between them wasn't so hard so Mikoto and the Blue were still able to keep their feet on the ground but the pieces of paper which the clansman held with him fell from his hand. After staring at the papers that slowly drifted to the smooth floor for a couple of seconds, Mikoto looked up to see who it was he bumped on to. Before him stood the tall, brown-haired, tan-skinned Gouki Zenjo. The two of them looked at one another, waiting for the other to do anything the way a predator does as it measures the abilities of his prey.

Clearing his throat and shifting his hazel-brown eyes from Mikoto's amber eyes, Gouki mumbled softly a polite apology, before going down on his knee to collect the papers that scattered between them. Seeing Gouki reminded him the conversation the man and Seri had the day before, so Mikoto tried not to look at the older man as he knelt down and helped him collect the papers that scattered on the ground. His eyes darted to one specific document that was with the papers which were within the reach of his arms, written in bold letters were 'Reisi Munakata's Weismann Levels'. Mikoto came to a pause and Gouki noticed him slowly reaching for that document.

"The lieutenant asked for that to be printed out before…" Gouki explained.

Mikoto stared at the document, looking at the graphs and charts presented there. It shows the Blue Queen's Weismann levels and…there is instability there. He handed the man the papers he collected except for that one. "Hey…" Mikoto mumbled as Gouki stood up. The man raised an eyebrow curiously at the redhead as he too stood up. "…Zenjo, was it?"

"Yes."

Mikoto flicked his eyes at the Blue clansman – this man had been the former right-hand man of the late Blue King and this man slew his King before anyone other than he could die. "It must have been hard to lose a friend."

The brown-haired man's eyes took a menacing glint but his face showed a melancholic expression. The former Red King's words cut right through him. Gouki sighed, "It was…but I cannot let a friend down as well. I had to honor his wishes." His voice trembled as he spoke to his Captain's lover. The young man – despite no longer being the Red King – indeed possesses and menacing and intimidating aura about him. Mikoto Suoh…is a powerful young man. He was different from Genji Kagutsu had been – Genji became frightening because of his Aura and he was destroyed by his power, he lost his reason as the demons that always haunted the Red Kings and Queens pulled him to the deepest pit of insanity. The man before him had won his battle against his demons and he kept himself intact.

"I heard your conversation with Woman Lieutenant."

"I see…" Gouki commented calmly, studying Mikoto's calm façade. The young man may look composed but Gouki knows that deep inside, there is a war inside him. While looking at him, he could see the lieutenant's worried expression. Mikoto is anxious and he is trying his utmost best not to show it. He must be like a glass now overflowing with ice-cold water and if he were to continue like this, the water would burst from the glass and the glass might even break.

They looked at one another.

Mikoto took a deep breath before finally having the guts to speak to Gouki Zenjo the Ogre, "All the things Woman Lieutenant is worrying about Munakata…does that mean anything?" he asked, "Is there a possibility that Munakata would have to experience the same fate as Jin Habari?"

Gouki shook his head, letting out a deep sigh, "I am in no position to say anything regarding the future…" he replied, "Your shoe fits with mine fourteen years ago, with you worrying about the possible future of the one you treasure the most. But if it were to happen, Suoh-san, what will you do?"

Mikoto clenched his hands into fists, crumpling the document in his hand.

"What will Mikoto Suoh-san do?" The brown-haired man narrowed his eyes at the former Red King who looked like he was in the verge of falling on his knees and breaking down. "Will he honor his lover's wishes? Or will he stubbornly fight back even if it defies what his lover wanted?" and after that, he gave the redhead a small bow before excusing himself, leaving Mikoto speechless to ponder on the words the man had said to him.

Summoning his Red Aura in the hand that held the document, he burned that piece of paper; turning it into nothing.

. . .

When the Silver clansman, Neko, came to the bar, she left something when she finally left after eating the pastries Izumo Kusanagi prepared for her and their Queen. Anna was supposed to give it back to her and Misaki, thinking that the Red Queen should not be running around and doing errands, volunteered to give it to the female Strain instead of Anna. How he wished that he first asked what it was that Neko forgot before volunteering to give it to her in the high school on the island. Neko, the numbskull and scatter-brained young woman forgot her underwear.

Grunting, Misaki entered the premises of the school, strolling around with his skateboard beneath him.

He couldn't back down from his word just because the object that he should deliver is something as embarrassing as underwear.

"Damn…where the hell is that woman?" Misaki murmured, "If I'm caught red-handed with this thing then I'll kill myself out of shame."

It was a good thing Anna place the underwear in an adorable pink paper wrapper so it looked like a gift.

Going back to Ashinaka High School gives him the creeps. Just a year ago, he thought Homra had lost the man they all ended up admiring and respecting. During that time, he was absolutely clueless on the state of Mikoto Suoh's Sword of Damocles. It turns out that the man actually planned on getting himself slayed by the Blue Queen after he kills the Colorless King as an act of vengeance for their fallen comrade, Tatara Totsuka. He's glad that Mikoto changed his mind and renounced his throne instead of leaving their group in grief of his death. But up until now, he isn't sure how he should feel with Mikoto Suoh having such an intimate relationship with Reisi Munakata. He never liked the blue-haired woman. He finds her weird and obnoxious and he hates her mysterious aura because he finds it sickening.

He glanced around, only to pause when he saw the familiar young man, Saruhiko. He kicked at his skateboard, catching it in his hand as he looked at Scepter 4's no. 3.

What the hell was he doing there?

"Monkey…"

Saruhiko heard him. Quietly, he turned to look at him, "Misaki…" he scowled at the gawking young redhead. He flapped his lips. Just his luck to find the young man who constantly scream at him for leaving Homra. The Blue Queen asked him to follow Kuroh Yatogami around in case he and the female Strain would be targeted again by Jungle. "…what's a member of Homra doing here?" His pale lips formed a sarcastic smirk as he mumbled, "Trying to occupy this place again?"

Misaki rolled his eyes, "That's none of yer goddamn business." He squawked like an agitated crow. Clicking his tongue, he shifted his eyes away from Saruhiko. "I…I still haven't thanked you yet, right?"

Saruhiko understood what Misaki meant. He was talking about the time when the Green Clan kidnapped Anna before she awakens as the new Red Queen. He stared at the reluctant redhead.

Clearing his throat, Misaki said, "Hell, if ya hadn't tipped us off, Mikoto-san and I wouldn't have rescued her, let alone found her."

"So?" the dark-haired young man puts his hands on his narrow waist, haughtily glaring at Misaki.

"Geez. Listen, I don't fuckin' like ya and it's not like I've forgiven you but I'm grateful for that one time."

Saruhiko looked up at Misaki, his blue eyes showing menace.

"Thank – HEY!" Misaki was cut off as Saruhiko throws a knife at his direction. Quickly, he dodged the attack. "What the fuck, bastard!?"

The Blue clansman didn't even flinch or look at him as Misaki stomped furiously at his direction. He continued glaring at the direction where he threw his knife.

"Darn…there goes my back-attack chance."

"Hu-What?!"

Misaki turned back to the direction Saruhiko was looking at. He was filled with disbelief when he saw a boy about the age of Anna Kushina standing there where he once stood on. He was short with messy grey medium length hair and light green eyes. He wore an outfit that consists of a white sleeved undershirt and a black vest, and a dark blue tie. Below, he wears a tiny pair of shorts, dark-colored socks and a pair of black boots. The boy had with him a dark rob.

"Who the fuck are ya?!"

From the rod emerged a green-colored blade and now, Saruhiko recognized the weapon the boy holds as a scythe. "If you're gonna ramble on, at least pay attention to your surroundings…" he said to Misaki as he moved his hand on the handle of his saber. He glared at the boy, "You're Jungle's top rank player, Sukuna Gojo, right?"

The students who had been staring at the three of them, as soon as they saw Sukuna Gojo's scythe began to panic and run away from that area. The incident that happened a year ago in Ashinaka High School is apparently still fresh in their minds and so was the fear they felt then so it didn't surprise Misaki that the students were that quick in reacting at the sight of a weapon being drawn.

The grey-haired boy, hearing the dark-haired young man utter his name, showed a look of pride, "Oh, so you know who I am?" he said, his high-pitched voice irritating Saruhiko and Misaki. "No wonder you're worth more points than beany-cap over there."

A bitter expression crossed Misaki's face when he remembered the moment he browsed through Jungle's website with Izumo's phone. There, he saw the wanted posters of Anna, Reisi, Mikoto, Izumo, him, Seri and Saruhiko. He got absolutely angry when he saw that the dark-haired Blue clansman who was a former member of Homra is worth more than he is. Misaki knows for a fact that Saruhiko and he are equal to one another when it comes to their fighting ability so he found it a mystery why the monkey is worth more than he.

Sukuna Gojo, as what Saruhiko called him, smirked at the irritated expression of the redhead, "Bringing down the two of you is worth 7000 points." He said, "That's what I call a sweet mission." He swung his scythe, pointing it towards the pair, "So do me a favor and turn into my points!"

. . .

Knock. Knock.

Reisi looked up from the pieces of paper she held with her, which she was only half-way into finishing and said, "Come in."

As the door creaks open, the Blue Queen moved her eyes back at the report sent to her by Seri Awashima. Members of Jungle had been crawling in Shizume City but fortunately, members of Homra are keeping them at bay. As she expected, Anna Kushina is doing a great job as Homra's leader. It's rather funny to think that a little girl in cute red dresses leading a band of ferocious hoodlums who look far worse than the Yakuza.

She waited for the person who came in to speak but there was nothing but silence that followed when the tapping of feet had stopped.

"What are you doing just standing there?" flicking her eyes up, she prepared to reprimand the person who entered her office but when she saw Mikoto Suoh standing before her, she stopped herself and just scowled at him.

"Glad that yer not hangin' out in the Tower again…" Mikoto said to her.

Reisi shrugged, "It's true that I have to do my responsibilities as the guardian of the Dresden Slate. But I also have my duties as the Captain of Scepter 4." She sighed, taking her glasses off of her before massaging her temples.

"The burden is heavy on you, isn't it?"

The Blue Queen smiled at him, her violet eyes lacked the brilliant luster they had, the brilliance Mikoto had always loved whenever he looked at her whenever she smiles at him. She's exhausted and yet, she doesn't want it to show. This is too much for her – being the Blue Queen, the Captain of Scepter 4 and the Guardian of the mysterious relic, the Dresden Slate – even for a 'superwoman' (as Izumo had called her) and a genius like her. Reisi may be amazing but she is still human and humans have their limitations. And Reisi Munakata, his beloved Reisi Munakata, is reaching her limit.

Mikoto reached out and touched Reisi's cheek and Reisi rests her face against the palm of the redhead's scarred and calloused hand. The warmth of his skin relaxed her, even the roughness of it brought about by the burn marks he received in the past. This man…she almost lost this man almost a year ago and feeling the warmth on his hand made her absolutely happy, made her heart leap. She moved her head slightly so that she could press her lips softly against his palm. She flicked her eyes at the redhead and she saw him staring blankly at her, his amber eyes hazy and drunk with love and adoration and awe. Good grief, she really had him fall hard for her. She cleared her throat, "I have to get back to work." She said, moving away from the hand as she puts her glasses back on.

Drawing away his hand from her, the redhead sighed.

But if it were to happen, Suoh-san, what will you do?

Will he honor his lover's wishes?

Or will he stubbornly fight back even if it defies what his lover wanted?

Those were Gouki's words to him.

Scrutinizing Reisi's cool and calm form, Mikoto took a seat on the floor before laying on his side; relaxing there on the carpeted floor as he continued to eye his girlfriend. Contrasting the woman's composed demeanor is what the redhead is feeling at the moment. He couldn't bare it. The man who killed the former Blue King was right – there really is no saying of the future. But…maybe, he can avoid it what it is that he and the Woman Lieutenant was worrying about.

"Hey…"

"Yes?" Reisi said, not even looking at the young man lying on his side.

"...how 'bout ya take another leave?"

The Captain of Scepter 4 snorted, "You're joking, right?"

"No." Mikoto said, "You're tired, work is wearing you out. I'm just worried that…"

"I'm fine." Reisi snapped at him, cutting him off. She puts down the papers in her hand and now looked at Mikoto. He did not look like he was fooling around or being sarcastic. He was dead serious. "Suoh, you do understand how important I am to Scepter 4…not to mention how important my role is in handling the Dresden Slate. I just came from a leave and I have no intentions in leaving my clan behind again."

"All I am asking for is a day with you." The redhead said, "Is that too much to ask?" he scowled. He cannot believe this. Reisi is beginning to piss him off even though he didn't want to feel angry with her. He had had enough of feeling both hatred and love for the Captain of Scepter 4 but with her keeping the state of her Sword of Damocles from him, she is making him hate her again. No…that's not really true. He doesn't hate her but she is making him hate himself for being so helpless and being so dumb and unable to do anything to help her or make things easier for her. He had promised not to get in her way before...and he regrets making that promise right now.

"Why don't you wanna spend time with me? Are ya hidin' something from me, Munakata?"

"I am not hiding anything from you." The Blue Queen sighed, "I just have so much work to do. Believe me, I want to spend time with you but not now, not yet. The two of us will have all the time in the world after we of Scepter 4 handle Jungle and the Green King, I promise you." She smiled at him, "I will be marrying you by then."

Speaking promises as though there is no possibility for her not keeping it…

"Okay." Mikoto nodded his head, surrendering quickly before they end up screaming at one another because of a simple discussion. "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?"

"No, not at all…"

Mikoto stayed put, watching as the Blue Queen continued to do her work. Gouki Zenjo had asked him what he would do if the things that happened fourteen years ago would happen again but this time, with Reisi…well, he has no idea what he'll do.

Will he allow Reisi to die before her Sword could reach its limit or will he stop her from dying and, hence, cause a Damocles Down?

He stared at Reisi; memorizing every detail of her face, every detail of her very being. This woman…this woman he is in love with, she's someone who is a danger to those around her because of what was going on with her Sword of Damocles but he just could not get away from her no matter what the danger she poses to anyone. He doesn't know what it is that he will do but he knows that all he wants to do right now is to spend time with the woman he loves the most.

He couldn't speak to her with what he already knows.

He's still scared.

. . .

Misaki was thrown across the grounds, hitting Saruhiko's body as Sukuna hits him with the handle of his scythe. The two of them skidded against the paved ground, scratching at their skin. Clicking his tongue, Saruhiko immediately went back on his feet, charging at Sukuna, prepared to stab the boy with his sword. Sukuna blocked the Blue clansman's attack while the boy tried to kick Saruhiko with his short leg. Quickly, Scepter 4's no.3 took two steps back to dodge the Green clansman's attack.

Heaving an aggravated sigh as he stood up, Misaki charged towards Sukuna, before flipping his skateboard, aiming to run over the boy. Sukuna shields himself from Misaki's attack, and as Misaki rode his skateboard in a different direction as he catches his balance back when the boy swung his scythe to throw him off, Saruhiko thrusts his sword, draped in his Blue Aura, towards the boy whom he thought to have his guard down. Unfortunately for Saruhiko, the boy quickly saw him and was able to avoid his attack.

Sukuna swung his scythe at Saruhiko and Saruhiko parried against the boy. Jumping to increase his distance with the boy, the dark-haired young man pulls out his knives, throwing them towards the boy's direction.

"I thought you two were supposed to be strong, Homra's no. 4 and Scepter 4's no. 3!" the grey-haired boy said, dodging the knives thrown at his direction. "Is that all you've got?!"

The red-haired young man charged towards Sukuna, summoning his Red Aura in his fists. He jabbed his fists towards Sukuna. Leaping in mid-air and swinging the blade of his scythe, he aimed to hit Saruhiko who only had to take a step back to avert the attack.

For a boy carrying a heavy weapon, Sukuna Gojo moves fast. This amazed and annoyed Misaki. And if he were really not breaking a sweat as he fights both he and the monkey of a Scepter 4 member then the little boy of Anna's age is strong. What pisses Misaki more is that the boy seem to be ignoring him as he fought Saruhiko, it' like he is nothing but a distraction.

"I think I'll get the 4000 points first!"

Misaki gritted his teeth as he sees the boy moving, as if in slow-motion, as he catches Saruhiko off-guard. Sukuna prepared to slice Saruhiko with that green scythe of his but Misaki darted towards them, coming in between him and shielding Saruhiko with his skateboard.

Fighting alongside Saruhiko again…

Well, that brings back memories.

It's always been like this, the opponents thinking lightly of him because he has a big mouth and Saruhiko…is, well, Saruhiko – calm, cool, composed and yet menacing and frightening at the same time. They think Saruhiko is the bigger threat between the two of them. He is Misaki Yata of Homra, Mikoto Suoh and Anna Kushina's vanguard, and Homra's Yatagarasu…he is not to be taken lightly!

Misaki jabbed his fist, giving the boy an upper-cut.

Sukuna, falling to the ground because of Misaki's attack, smirked; wiping at his lips before quickly getting back on his feet. He chuckled, twisting his fingers around the handle of his scythe in front of him and rotating his scythe and making it look like the rotor blade of a helicopter. He prepared to run towards Misaki and Saruhiko again but something caught his attention, in a distance and on the sky. The boy's jaw dropped, "Is that…what I think it is?"

Raising an eyebrow, Misaki glanced at the direction the Green clansman was staring at. His brown eyes widened as he sees a familiar-looking Sword of Damocles hovering in the air. No, it isn't that of Anna's and it isn't that of the Blue Queen's…but he had seen it before, almost a year ago.

"It's…the Silver King's Sword of Damocles…" Saruhiko mumbled, staring at the same thing Sukuna and Misaki were staring at.

Adolf K. Weismann, the First King and Silver King, had finally showed up!

I just can't live without you
I love you
I hate you
I can't get around you
I breathe you
I taste you
I can't live without you
I just can't take any more this life of solitude

- Always by Saliva -

Author's Notes:

I'm so sorry it took this long but here it is. :P I'm experiencing a terrible case of writer's block so please bear with me DX the heat in our country is excruciating and I cannot write under these circumstances...it's killing me. So, I'm sorry for the future late updates in advance.